some things are sacred. like my hair appointment. so even though i had a fever, headache, sore throat, basically just a bad case of the yucks, i worked all day. all so i could justify keeping my hair appointment. (you can’t go back to work with new highlights after leaving early) and after these appointments, i never know what to expect when i get home. i usually feel as though i’ve just performed on american idol, and i’m standing in front of the judges. except only one is naive enough to express his opinion.
jake: mom’s home! let’s look at her hair!
me: what do you think? (why do i put myself through this anyway?)
jake: (wrinkling his nose) it’s really not good mom. kind of weird.
me: what are you talking about? last time i let my hair go curly, you said you hated it and that it made me look like aunt lynn (no offense aunt lynn).
jake: no, i said make it straight here (motioning at the top of my head), and curly here (pointing to the ends of my hair)
me: jake, i am going to teach you a very important lesson. you always, i repeat always, compliment a woman on her hair.
here michael interjects while smirking – unless it looks really bad.
jake: it looks bad mom.
me: do you want a girlfriend some day?
jake: no, girls are stinky. mom, can i smell your hair?
i cautiously lean over.
jake: you smell like a stinkbug.
and this comment cracks himself up so much he can no longer speak.
all i can say is, mother’s day is around the corner, and this kid owes me BIG.
